It's actually fun and fast to do a story this way. I usually don't do things this way though so don't think I'm all for copyrighting and whatnot. I've stated I don't own either on and I'm sure I'm within my right so WHAT jkjk I'm not that weird. But I hope most are enjoying this so far as I have. It's a nice break from my other stories. (Though I've worked on none...) well before I drone let's do this!
I do not own Hawksong nor fairy tail


My mother , Lady Layla Heartfilia, was like a bronze statue as she watched the pyre consume yet another of her children on Mourners Rock. Firelight gave a copper cast to her fair skin, matching the gold in her hair and her wet eyes.

Earlier the royal 12 had been present; they had flown the body and built the pyre here. But as the fire snapped in its last moments, only the family of the deceased remained. It made brutally painful of how few do us were left.

My mother and I held a silent vigil until the last ember had turned gray and the wind had whipped the ashes into the sky.

When the silence was broken, my mothers words were shaken and soft, yet hard. "Lucy, you're not to go back to the fields," she commanded. "I know your view on the subject. I also know you will be queen in barely a month. Your people need you."
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Among ffangels, the heir traditionally became queen when she carried her first child. That did not seem likely for me anytime soon, but my mother had decided it was time for power to change hands despite tradition.

"Yes, Mother."

I had been preparing to take the throne ever since my sister; Michelle died when I was ten, but my mother had rarely approved of my methods. I knew going to the fields was dangerous, as was visiting anyone outside the heavily defended Keys Keep, but how could I rule my people if I refused to leave the safety of my own home? I could not know then if I never faced the world they lived in, and that included the blood spattered fields.

For now, I held my tongue. This was not the time to argue my point of view.

My mother left before I did. When she shifted for, and spread her wings elegantly a cloud of brightly colored wings filled the sky, half a dozen angels guarding her even there.

I hung back a bit, hesitating on the black rocks and repeating over and over the words no time for tears. I knew there would be no energy left for living if I grieved to deeply for each loss but each funeral was harder to turn from then the last.

Eventually, I forced the creeping sorrow back until I know I could stay composed when I faced my people, with no trace of anxiety on my face or grief or anger in my eyes. Some would have thought angels were very expressive and emotional, but that wasn't true at all. Emotions, tears, it was mortal trash.

As I lingered, a single angel with wings the color of the ocean on a stormy night detached from the rock above me. He circled once before returning to his post, assured that I was still here, standing strong.

There was nothing left to do.

As I shifted my angel wings onto my back they appeared, golden, almost blinding white. As I pushed myself off the ground every smack of my wings let loose the fury, pain, and fear that I felt.

It was late when I returned to the Keys Keep, the tower that housed what was left of my family, the highest ranking solders and the most prominent artisans, merchants and speakers of the angels court.

With my mothers command, the seven floors of the keep had changed from being my safe home to my prison. Instead of being a refuge from the blood and pain, the walls were suddenly a trap, keeping me from reality.

With Loke standing near in case of trouble that never occurred inside, I lingered on the first floor, fifteen feet above the ground level courtyards and training grounds. I watched the last of the merchants pack up their belongings, some grateful to have rooms in the higher levels of the keep, but most wary of the world they would be returning to when they left here.

Market lasted from dawn to dusk. Merchants and story tellers would gather on this floor, along with common angels, and during the day the queen and her heirs ~ her only heir, now ~ would go among them and listen for complaints. The artisans had nearly been strangled out of angel society by the war, but my mother had started encouraging the ones who remained to show their wares. The angel market was famous for its craftsmanship, and losing those arts completely would've been tragic.

Along with crafts, custom weapons and other fine luxuries, stories and gossip could be found at the market. This was where merchants, farmers and anyone else who did not fight heard all the details.

I had seen enough dragons fallen over beside our own over the years, and now, with the image of Romeo Dragoneel branded into my mind, I was reminded once again that they were here, alive on this planet just as my own kind. However, fear makes all enemies more dangerous, and the stories told in the marketplace on this night were so sickening as ever.

Parents lamented their dead children. One young man broke down in tears, a single display of emotion quite unseemly in angel society, as he recalled his fathers death. Gossip travels like a river: how the dracos fought like the dragons that legends said they had taken their power from, how their eyes could kill you if you looked into them long enough, how...

I tired to stop listening

My people greeted me with polite words, just as they had the day before. Another angel child was dead, along with a dozen of the royal fighters, and eighteen common soldiers who had joined the fray when they saw their prince fall. So many dead, and nothing had changed.

"Milady?"

I turned towards the merchant who had spoken, a metal smith of good reputation. "Can I help you?"

He was wringing his hands, but stopped as soon as I spoke, his gaze dropping. When he looked up again, his face was composed. He held out a package carefully wrapped in soft leather, placing it on the counter for me to see. "My pair bond was among the angels who fell yesterday. I had been working on this for her, but if milady Heartfilia would wear it, I would be honored."

The gift he offered was a slender boot knife, etched with simple yet beautiful symbols of faith and luck.

I accepted the blade, hoping I would never need it, but saying aloud. "It is lovely. I'm sure your pair bond would appreciate that it is not going to waste."

The merchant replied, "Perhaps it might protect you when you go out again."

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank you, milady."

I turned from him with a sigh that I was careful not to let him hear. It was already too late for either side to win; this war needed to stop. Whatever the cost.

If only I knew how to end it.

"Heartfilia?"

I knew the young woman who approached me now from when we both had been children. Levi Greengarden was an eternal romantic, with grand dreams that I wished I could make come true. The last time I had heard from her was a few years ago, when she had just been apprenticed by a book repairer.

My smile was genuine as I greeted her warmly. "Levi, good evening. What brings you to the Keep?"

"I'm finally allowed to sell my work in the market," she returned brightly. "I was in charge of the shop today." The smile she wore faded to a somber expression. "I wanted to tell you...I heard about what happened yesterday. With Romeo Dragoneel." She shook her head. " I know none of this is proper to say, but when I heard what had happened, it gave me hope. If the heir to the throne can put aside the past and just comfort a dying man...perhaps anything is possible."
She looked away, suddenly awkward.

"Thank you, Levi." The prospect made me want to laugh and cry; I settled on a tired smile. I did meet her gaze; I hoped she saw my gratitude. "Fly with grace."

"You as well, milady."

We parted ways, and now Loki moved to my side. As always, he knew when I needed to escape. His presence would dissuade anyone else from approaching before I could do so. I wondered if he had heard Levi's words, but we did not speak until we had been far from the reaches of the market.

Loki stopped at the fifth floor, where his squad was quartered; I continued to the sixth. I passed the door to my brothers room and whispered a final goodbye before I entered my own.

And broke down...


I changed some things in this chapter. I tried to make Lucy's mom not so hard hearted as she was in the book. I also had to skip like two paragraphs about Lucy's 'inteneded' I didn't want her to have anyone shE Was promised to and she was actually in love with. No reviews but thats ok, got some followers of the story and me.